In Yuyao, Zhejiang, the people of Xie Fuzhong are preparing for the Midyear Festival, on this day at noon, Sister Qi helped the maids in the kitchen to prepare chicken, duck, fish and tofu and other items to summon ancestors, and invited the ancestors to go home for the festival.

The tradition of the festival has a long history, and the ritual is as grand as the Spring Festival to summon the ghosts of deceased relatives to enjoy the offerings and pray for the blessings and blessings of the ghosts.

In the evening, Sister Qi, Han Shaofei and others changed into ceremonious clothes, and followed the Xie Mansion and the maids to the banks of the river to put river lanterns.

Xiaotian just followed the adults to do the same, but Xiaoyun couldn't help but ask curiously: "Mother, I remember that we also let go of the river lantern before, what are we going to do?"

Sister Qi hadn't read a book, so she didn't quite understand the profound truth, so she just said: "The river lantern is to sacrifice to the ancestors." ”

"Why can you sacrifice your ancestors by putting river lanterns?"

Faced with the problem of Xiaoyun, Sister Qi was a little embarrassed, and she didn't know how to speak, and she resigned Xie Qian, who reactivated him as an official in the imperial court, and said in a gentle tone at this time: "People are yang, ghosts are yin, land is yang, and water is yin." The water is like the underworld, where the soul sinks. Therefore, Zhongyuan Zhang Deng is in the water, which is the ghost in the water of Pudu, so that they can rest in peace. ”

He said it in a difficult and obscure way, naturally not something that a six-year-old child can understand, Han Shaofei glanced at the apprentice who was stunned by the river lantern, looked at Wang Dahai with a smug look on his face, and said loudly: "Mrs. Xie's words are that if your master dies one day, you can put the river lantern and light the ingots to sacrifice him." ”

Wang Dahai was originally smiling, but when he heard that sentence, he suddenly straightened his face, Xiaoyun wanted to continue to ask, but he opened his mouth to stop him: "Don't ask too much, children, you don't understand what you say, practice kung fu well, otherwise you will not be allowed to eat because of the teacher." ”

Xiaoyun shut up, he has been punished by his master many times, and the taste of hunger is not good at all.

Xie Qian looked at the children who had grown up, and couldn't help muttering: "There is still half a month, only half a month before the day we agreed, Changrun, I hope your sacrifice can be exchanged for a bright future for Daming." ”

And on the distant island of Meizhou, the fishermen are also preparing the sacrificial items of the Midyear Festival, and the thirteen are very keen on cooking, and after slaughtering two sheep, perhaps out of joy, they use the knife technique taught by the old man to apply it to the sheep.

I saw the sword light flickering, and after a while, the whole sheep was peeled, and Thirteen looked at his results with some pride, and said in his heart that now that the knife technique has been completed, he will no longer drag the eldest brother and them back.

Three-year-old Feng Mu looked at such a scene, and when people learned that the Midyear Festival was as important as the Spring Festival, he couldn't help but sigh a little, and some of the beautiful traditions of the ancestors had been annihilated in the long river of history, which was really a pity.

In another country overseas, in the land called Wakoku at the time, an old man with gray hair walked slowly out of the dojo where he had been in retreat for a long time, changed into a kimono, and walked in the direction of the shrine.

He didn't say a word, and the many samurai who followed him looked serious, as if they were facing a great enemy. The white-haired old man stepped on the clogs, making a rattle, and the long knife on his waist gave people a kind of breathless depression.

The festival known as the Chumoto Festival in the land of China was introduced to Japan during the Asuka period, and it was renamed Obon Festival, although Japan attaches great importance to it, but it is just a relic of the relics.

At this time, ordinary people set up soul shrines in their homes, lit soul-welcoming fires and soul-sending fires, paid tribute to their ancestors, and bowed sincerely.

The old man completed the prostrations at the shrine and said slowly in a deep voice: "Ancestors, Akita Shinno, the twenty-fourth generation descendant of 'Wadoichi Artesian', please take out the world-famous sword 'Weeping Moon' and defeat the powerful enemy in life. ”

As he spoke, two black-robed men wearing white fox masks appeared in the shrine, carrying a box, and slowly walked out of it, as if completing a sacred and solemn ritual.

The two of them placed the box in front of the old man, who bowed repeatedly, then gently opened the box and took out a long knife with a pitch-black body from it.

I saw that he slowly pulled out the long knife an inch, Sen Han's knife light was eye-catching, the sharp knife qi shot out, and a wooden chair was broken in half.

Before he came out of the sheath, just a little sword qi had such a destructive momentum, and among the believers, this old man was already a god-like existence.

The old man slowly stood up and walked towards the outside of the shrine with his clogs, holding the knife in his hand tightly as if he were holding his own life.

On Meizhou Island, the three-year-old Feng Mu and the old man Xu Changrun crossed their knees opposite each other, and the old man Changrun opened his mouth and said slowly: "Xiao Mu, in the big battle in the near future, the old man will inevitably die, but the old man will make a twenty-year covenant with the other party, and then the crisis will depend on you to resolve it, you can only win, not lose, understand?"

Feng Mu nodded and said, "Even if you die, you have to defeat the other party, Grandpa Xu, is the other party very strong?"

The elder Changrun nodded slightly, and said with a long sigh of relief: "In this world, except for yourself, it is the enemy who knows you best. Although the old man and he had only met once, it was as if they had known each other for decades. ”

"He began to use a sword at the age of three, defeated ten adults with a bamboo sword at the age of seven, wandered alone at the age of ten, and three years later he killed seven master swordsmen in Nakono Castle, and at the age of seventeen he became the general's personal bodyguard, but disappeared two years later for no reason. ”

Feng Mu listened carefully to the experience of the old man's old enemy, and sighed in his heart, although he was a peerless powerhouse, his growth path was full of blood.

Could it be that the so-called strong people are all stepping on the bones of others and winning the supreme?

The old man sighed and continued: "Since then, he has disappeared for more than ten years, but as soon as he appeared, he brought out a bloody storm, and the shogun sent more than 300 samurai to kill him, and that battle on the Kanto Plain lasted only half a pillar of incense. ”

Feng Mu couldn't help but ask, "Did he escape with serious injuries?" ”

The elder Changrun shook his head slightly, stroked his head, and said, "No, he was unscathed, but he killed all the more than 300 warriors, as fast as lightning, and he was as fast as Shura. ”

Feng Mu beat the drum in his heart, thinking that even if it was changed to modern machine gun shooting, it might not be so fast, besides, those warriors were all human, could they stand in place and wait for him to kill?

Can such an opponent still be called a human being, even the evil ghosts of hell, and they are not so ferocious.

Seeing Feng Mu's surprise, the old man continued: "Not only that, but he also killed thirteen first-class swordsmen at the same time not long after, but that battle almost killed him, he suffered one hundred and fifty-three wounds all over his body, and each scar was fatal enough for ordinary people. ”

After that, he was arrested and imprisoned, tortured 2,452 times, broken seven ribs, broken left finger bone, and his body limbs pierced by huge chains, and imprisoned for seven years. ”

Feng Mu broke into a cold sweat when he heard this, and the old man continued: "But one day, he suddenly tore off the forbidden iron chain, cut open the prison with his hand, and fled to a ship. ”

After the old man finished speaking, Feng Mu was already looking at him with tears and laughter.